the hand you are dealt

she reached out with her
heart on her sleeve
and wondered what else she would
mistakenly believe
the cynicism is real
the past events take their toll
refusing to be defeated
she reclaims what he stole
and knows she is so much more than
the sum of those events
all the past circumstances will not dictate
her present and knowing that creating that
making it true.

dust and rain

I will be dust I will be rain
I will be the beginning and the end of the sweetest pain
teaching you gratitude for lessons learned at the most horrific times.........

turning 35 and in the meantime

the past few days or so I have cried so hard
I could not breathe well
gasping for air
tears down cheeks
desperate for understanding to come more easily
between me and him
and still
the feeling that remains in my heart and
whole abdominal region
is unsettling and indescribable
someone told me
"time will tell"
and I feel that now,
and until it tells,
time is keeping secrets
I want to rip open as quickly
as packaging covering up a desperately needed
item or tool or coveted talisman
I have half way neglected myself lately in the sense that
I usually tend to the quiet inside that I carry around as
the invisible shield I need to walk in the
craziest of worlds I was born into
35 years ago this day
and in that time I have grown numb
broken open, broken down, been built back up
praying that the stories turn out better then
what his fears project
so many fertile possibilities I need to protect

in 35 years I have searched depths
and climbed to heights
only to find the regions stretch out
infinite
and menacing
and welcoming too

contradictions arise abundantly
in the shadow where my light cannot see
and I have refused to ask you to stay with me
and still you do it
still you are by my side
it is always in you that I confide
and time will tell
about you
and me
separately
together
but until then
until it tells
it feels that those secrets are being kept
and the talisman of knowledge
must be a whole different substance
because time has its own mysterious impossible agenda
and I am 35 years into arriving into the craziest of worlds
that this is
and
I know how to hold on
and I know how to let go
and I know how to sever
myself from the need
to choose from either deed

waves. 3 parts

part 1

take my lips and my hips
the essence of what about me is womanly
and yes that is worldly
tell me how I have fallen
for whom for what and why
then I will show you I can fly
yes tease you with visions of wings
so real it actually stings
take my fingers
drumming away on surfaces
on the poison that lingers
ask me for a mundane thought
before it would seem all that would be worthwhile
could be sold and bought
teach me of your capitalist agenda
only to find I am not much of a spenda
and you are wasting your time
with such game
so truly and utterly lame

part 2

I take two fingers
press them gentle and firm
on your soft lips
I whisper Shhhhhhhhhhh
our gazes locked
you can smell a trace of that nights perfume
and oddly it settles you into a moment of patience
In yoga asanas. especially warrior
I think "soften your gaze"
and when I do, my body is relieved
you have softened your gaze too
I smile and breathe deeply

part 3

she considers all the matter
that supposedly matters
the clutter and pieces of objects
that make up bigger objects
which represent status
in a personal or professional space
what in all of this must she face?
dreaming of rivers
she presses her eyelids shut
all these items pass away
they have shape and form until they become stardust glitter
and fade into the rushing waters of transient waves
They move toward this ocean
just as at one point soon
she will too.

strange and studied- from July 2014

"You scared of love, what's that? Tell me why?
How silly am I, how silly I am, you're not an angel, you're just a man.
If it hurts so bad to love me, tell me why you stay?"

                                                    --Mystic
                                                       (Oakland, CA based performer/lyricist)

peace
postures
into yoga places
inside
but this routine is haphazard
I create reality with each line
I feel strange and studied and I think I liked it at first
but maybe it is a love prison
and if I had not ever known what that was like
I might not wrestle with myself because
I know now what it is to feel love flowing back to me
in that way and though certain feelings are so fleeting
some flare up consistently

peace of mind. fleeting.

my love is growing
increasing expanding
how else can I explain that?
knowing your truth is in its own
verification process
right
now

all the freedom

the only verbs worth using are
change fade drift transition transform
and why can't I trans -substantiate?
why don't I know all the right words for the right moments?
but what is all this right and wrong?
is everything not perfect? is everything not God?
is there no ego, subversion, pain, disorder, chaos, violence
is everything still God? was it always? is it now?

A little update for you all! Remember: Know thy self, Love thy self, Heal thy self.

hello fellow human beings and human doings! I have posted song lyrics and poetry and opinion pieces on current events but now, today I wish to further break down the vision and purpose of :

"Imaya's Modalities: The Healing Arts Enterprise" A world wide ongoing project

Theme: Shifting the Dream of the Planet

Realization: the Present "Dream" or "Reality Construction" of our planet is one that is on a full speed ahead collision course with complete destruction and alteration of "life as we know it"

We are in increasing numbers becoming aware that we are living wastefully, moving too fast, creating dysfunctional relationships habitually and much more suffering that I cannot list in the amount of time I am allotting myself to write this.

What I have just described sounds overwhelming I know that.

But as others have said, we all have a role to play, in creating the world that most of us want deeply in our longing to be safe and free from harm on this planet. World religions have essentially failed us as a species or we failed inside of them, however you prefer to see it, and say it.

What we need now are templates and models we create that can sustain the intentions of our higher selves and some traditions call these the higher chakras.

I will update again soon.

Until then, always remember when you are depleted yourself you cannot fully aid another being in the most effective way

in peace,

Imaya